Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Latvia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Bronski Beat show in Brixton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Moby Grape to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Sonny Sharrock,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fad Gadget,
Chrome,
LL Cool J,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pole,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Trumans Water,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Simply Red,
Jacob Miller,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Slits,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Misunderstood,
Section 25,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Boz Scaggs,
Visage,
The Pop Group,
Hot Snakes,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash,
B.T. Express,
Black Moon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Make Up,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Fugazi,
Harry Pussy,
Rhythm & Sound,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.